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Chapter 17

Where Then Will My Hope Be?[a]

“My spirit is broken,
    my days are numbered,
    and the grave is ready to receive me.
I am surrounded by mockers who taunt me,
    and my eyes dwell on their hostility.
“I call upon you to be a witness on my behalf,
    for there is no one else to whom I can turn.
You have closed the minds of others to reason,
    but surely you will not allow them to triumph.
“Like a man who invites others to dine with him,
    while the eyes of his children are failing,[b]
I have become a byword in every land,
    someone people spit upon.
My eyes have become increasingly blinded with grief,
    and all my members have been reduced to a shadow.
[c]The righteous are appalled at this,
    and the innocent are indignant at the wicked.
The upright continue to adhere to a righteous path,
    and those whose hands are pure will grow stronger.
10 “Even so, come forward, all of you, and continue your attack.
    I will not find even one man among you who is wise.
11 My days have passed and my plans are foiled;
    the strings of my heart have been severed.
12 My enemies would have me believe that night is day
    and that the light will soon eradicate the darkness.
13 “If I foresee the netherworld as my dwelling,
    if I spread out my bed in the darkness,
14 if I call the grave my father
    and the worm my mother or my sister,
15 where then will my hope be,
    and who can foresee any happiness for me?
16 Will they accompany me to the netherworld?
    Will we descend together into the dust?”

Footnotes

  1. Job 17:1 Job remains anxious: his strength declines, his solitude becomes more profound, and around him his misfortune provokes only mockery and scandal.
  2. Job 17:5 This verse is a kind of proverb; i.e., those who concern themselves with others when everything is amiss in their own home are regarded as a joke by people.
  3. Job 17:8 These verses are directed at Job’s three friends, false upright men who are indignant at Job’s impiety and profit from his misery to bestow upon themselves a certificate of sainthood.

17 My spirit(A) is broken,
    my days are cut short,(B)
    the grave awaits me.(C)
Surely mockers(D) surround me;(E)
    my eyes must dwell on their hostility.

“Give me, O God, the pledge you demand.(F)
    Who else will put up security(G) for me?(H)
You have closed their minds to understanding;(I)
    therefore you will not let them triumph.
If anyone denounces their friends for reward,(J)
    the eyes of their children will fail.(K)

“God has made me a byword(L) to everyone,(M)
    a man in whose face people spit.(N)
My eyes have grown dim with grief;(O)
    my whole frame is but a shadow.(P)
The upright are appalled at this;
    the innocent are aroused(Q) against the ungodly.
Nevertheless, the righteous(R) will hold to their ways,
    and those with clean hands(S) will grow stronger.(T)

10 “But come on, all of you, try again!
    I will not find a wise man among you.(U)
11 My days have passed,(V) my plans are shattered.
    Yet the desires of my heart(W)
12 turn night into day;(X)
    in the face of the darkness light is near.(Y)
13 If the only home I hope for is the grave,(Z)
    if I spread out my bed(AA) in the realm of darkness,(AB)
14 if I say to corruption,(AC) ‘You are my father,’
    and to the worm,(AD) ‘My mother’ or ‘My sister,’
15 where then is my hope—(AE)
    who can see any hope for me?(AF)
16 Will it go down to the gates of death?(AG)
    Will we descend together into the dust?”(AH)